Here it the first chapter in a new series, where I will attempt to write a hard sci-fi story involving Mars colonization. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and I hope you enjoy it.
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Enjoy!
Nightporter
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Michael Donovan sat with a drink in his hand. All but anonymous in the packed room of rowdy men.
This wasn't his normal scene. The pounded bass was giving him a headache and he was more than a little uncomfortable. The room was dim and loud. Claustrophobic even as the crowd pressed in towards the stage. Crude conversations and comments from rough looking men were everywhere. Yet there was also an excitement in the air that he found electric and Michael was intent on performing his assigned task.
A spotlight fired up, illuminating the polished steel pole and the red curtain behind it. A new song started playing and cut in on the babble of voices around him.
"Now the moment you've all been waiting for," the announcer blared, "our own favorite college coed, Lola Heartbreaker!"
The curtain parted and a vision of a young woman strutted out onto stage to the cacophonous roar of the crowd. Michael stood up, his drink abandoned and found himself caught up in the mob of men as they moved towards the stage.
He recognizing the young woman immediately.
Lola was young and lithe. Possessing the body of a dancer and the naturally pretty face of a model. She acted the part too, strutting to the edge of the stage like a runway model showing off the latest fashion. The click of the red high heels audible over the sound of the music. Only instead of a five-thousand-dollar dress, she was dressed in a red bra and panty set, complete with the typical stripper garter belt for collecting her dues.
Lola surveyed the room. She ran her fingers through her blonde hair, flashing a dazzling smile towards her patrons as her body slowly moved to the music. Excitement filled the air. Her body moved with a fluid grace as she danced up and down the edge of the stage, tantalizing her customers with her sexy body. Finally, she turned and faced the pole.
Michael was expecting her to jump straight into her routine. Instead, she lifted her hand and ran it down the length of the metal rod. Bending down she showed her heart shaped ass to the captivated spectators, giving them the full effect of her full moon. Her thong panties leaving little to the imagination. Lola played with the stripper pole with delicate fingers like she was teasing a favored lover. She did a full circuit around the pole, biting her lip as her fingers grazing the metal.
Gracefully, she wrapped one leg around the pole and started a slow spin around the stage. Her body arched, every muscle taut and expressive in the raw lighting of the spotlight. Her blonde hair brushed across the wooden stage. Every eye on in the room stared at the young woman. Boring holes in her being. Every man's fantasy made manifest before them. Shouts were heard and more than a few crude comments were directed at her expense. If she heard them, she had the grace to ignore them.
When she'd completed her spin, her abs flexed and she was suddenly vertical, climbing the pole with an effortless elegance. With a powerful twist of her hips, she launched herself into another flawless spin at the top of the pole. An intricate display of athleticism and seduction that had Michael leaning forward to get a closer look.
With a fluid motion, she spun downwards, her hair cascading around her like a silken curtain. Lola flipped upside down suddenly. She gripped the bar with her hands now, behind her back and released her legs from around the hard metal. Her legs pointed at the ceiling and slowly opened into a T pose that exposed her panty covered mound to the crowd.
Men around him cheered. Michael resisted the urge and just watched the show.
Just as quickly as she had moved into the impressive athletic feat, she had moved again and recovered from it. Flipping around and climbing again. Now parallel with the bar, she reached behind her supple body and unhooked her bra. Lola slid up and down the pole, her body undulated with rhythm of the music. The movement of the fabric giving hints of the naked flesh underneath.
She leaned forward and licked the metal of the pole like a cock, smiling like she enjoyed every minute of her performance. For all Michael knew, she did. The song sped up. Lola spun around the pole again, faster this time as if challenging everyone to keep an eye on her tits as she moved.
The woman went through her set with a practiced motion. She almost looked like she was in a trance. A seductive smile on her pretty face as the energy in the room grew.
When her spin stopped, she perched on the top of the pole, catching her breath. Then her legs gracefully wrapped around the bar and she flipped upside down again, the pole tight between her legs. Lola let the bra fall to the floor, revealing her naked breasts for the first time.
The crowd roared in approval.
No sooner had she exposed her breast than she slid off the pole entirely and melted onto her knees on the stage. She whipped her head forward, her blonde locks cascading down her chest and once again hiding her breasts from her ramp audience.
Lola giveth and Lola taketh away.
She arched her body causing her nipples to peak out from under the blonde hair. She rolled her hips expertly, showing off her tight stomach and smooth flesh to the crowd. The glitter covering her body caught the light and sparkled like starlight in the darkened room. Her hands ran down her body until they were nestled between her thighs. Her thumbs hooked into the straps of her thong. Playing with the material and teasing the crowd with glimpses of blonde bush and her notably wet sex.
A natural blonde or a very dedicated stripper, Michael thought and she seemed to be enjoying this. Promising.
The crowd strained to get a better look at her hard nipples as they peaked out from under the screen of blonde hair flowing over her shoulders. The men and a few women began to throw bills onto the stage, trying to entice her to come closer to the edge, within reach. Lola eagerly complied. She crawled across the stage towards the crowd before stopping and rising to her knees again.
Lola grabbed a handful of bills and made them rain down over her, cascading over her naked body. Thrusting her hips out, she let fumbling fingers reach out and paw at her figure. Pushing bills into her thong and garter belt. Trying to cop a feel of her tight body.
She fell to her hands and knees again and made eye contact with Michael. His heart skipped a beat as they shared a moment of intimacy. He reached out with a fifty-dollar bill in his hand. Lola smiled at him and opened her sensual lips gripping the bill with her teeth. Michael smiled back, enraptured with the young woman.
Lola turned away from him then, directing carefully seductive looks at the other men around the stage. Carefully emptying wallets and college funds with her beauty.
Michael could have sworn the show had just started but just like that it was over. Glancing at his phone, he realized that several minutes had passed. The last few bills were collected from the stage as the song ended. Lola finally stood up and turned to leave the stage. Groans of disappointment filled the air. Shouts of "encore" were directed at her. Lola ignored them and walked back towards the red curtain, rolling her hips the whole way. With one last look over her shoulder, Lola threw the audience a kiss before she sauntered her way through the curtain and out of sight. Michael regained his seat, slightly stunned.
"You need another drink, sugar?" The Ebony cocktail waitress asked.
"What?" Michael asked, short of breath.
The black woman smiled at him knowingly. "She's good, I know. I asked if you wanted another drink?"
"No thank you, I've got everything I need." He told her.
Michael picked up his briefcase and pulled a file out. Paperclipped to the front of the packet of papers was a picture of a familiar blonde girl, taken from her social media accounts. Michael pulled out an expensive Mont Blanc pen and made a note in the margins of the paper.
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MIT grad student Celeste Hart hurried across the yellowing grass of Hockfield Court, blurry eyed and visibly tired. She was wearing jeans and an MIT sweatshirt. Her blonde hair was up in a messy ponytail. Leaves crunched under foot as she walked. Celeste checked the time on her phone and cursed for what must have been the hundredth time in the last hour.
Fuck, she thought and hastened her steps.
Her destination in sight, she entered the Koch Biology Building and stepped into the marble lobby.
"Late again, Celeste." Margeret said, looking down from the receptionist desk directly in front of the glass doors.
Celeste winced at being spotted. The severe older woman didn't like Celeste and had made that point perfectly clear on innumerable occasions.
"Good morning, Margeret." Celeste forced a smile without breaking stride towards the stairway. "Yeah, grading papers went late last night."
"Sure." Margeret said, not believing a word of it. "And it's technically afternoon honey."
Bitch, Celeste thought as she entered the stairwell. She took the stairs two at a time. More in a rush now with her destination so close.
Celeste hit the bar on the steel door coming out on the fourth floor and immediately turned right towards a hallway filled with offices. Just in time to see Professor Thorne coming out of his office laughing. Her spirits brightened to see that he was in a good mood. Maybe he wouldn't be too pissed that she had overslept and missed the entire lecture that she was supposed to be a TA for. The professor spotted her at once.
"Ah Celeste, good good. Just the woman I was looking for." The Professor said.
White haired, with a tweed coat and a stack of papers perpetually in his chalk-stained fingers. Professor Thorne was a pillar of the institution and also her boss.
"Professor Thorne, I'm so sorry for being late." She said out of breath.
"Nonsense, your timing is impeccable. There's someone I want you to meet."
A nondescript business man exited the Professor's office. His black suit and bland tie would blend in anywhere in Boston. Celeste extended her hand automatically, made eye contact with the man and went pale as a ghost. The man took her hand, a spark of recognition passed between them and her ice blue eyes widened.
Shit! Celeste thought.
"This is Michael Donovan, an old friend." Her professor said by way of introduction.
Michael smirked as the blonde woman was suddenly tongue tied, still holding his hand. The professor had apparently noticed the awkward exchange. Celeste saw it in the quizzical tilt of his head. He was wondering what the story was. Too late to play it off now. She couldn't just pretend that this was their first time meeting. It was obvious they had. Luckily for her, Michael saved her from saying something stupid.
"Hello again." Michael said.
"Ah, you two have met, wonderful." The Professor said.
"Just in passing around campus." Michael said mildly. "Good to see you again."
"You too." She said casually, as if his fifty-dollar bill wasn't currently residing in her purse. She released his hand and looked down, suddenly embarrassed.
"Celeste here is one of my best teachers' assistants and a brilliant young mind." Professor Thorne said beaming.
"Excellent, you must have an aptitude for your work." Michael said smiling.
Celeste looked up at him and gave him a look, guessing at his hidden meaning.
